2.Lie

The woman's screaming stopped, and the crowd's thoughts also came to an abrupt halt.

The few men who were screaming and cursing just now were also silenced at this moment.

Nowadays, it was no longer a matter of 'breaking the law', the strange man in front of them would really kill people.

It was silent for more than a minute before the goat head nodded slightly, 'Very well, nine of you, it seems you have all quieted down.'

The crowd changed their faces and colours, but no one dared to open their mouths to speak, just as he had said, it really was now the 'nine bits'.

Zixia reached out with a trembling hand and removed a pinkish-yellow piece from her face.

The piece of shattered brain carried body heat and was still pulsing slightly, but within a few seconds, it lost its vitality like a deflated ball of skin.

'Allow me to introduce myself below ...,' Goat Head stretched out his bloody finger and pointed to his mask, saying, "I am the "Human Goat', and you are the 'Participants'.'

The crowd was stunned to hear this, then a little confused, 'Human Goat', 'Participants'?

'Nowadays, you are all gathered together in order to participate in a game that will ultimately create a 'god'.' The goat head said in a flat tone.

These two words in succession however caused the crowd to frown.

After these few minutes together, the crowd had roughly understood that the man in front of them was a madman, but this madman was saying that he wanted to create a 「God」?

'Create ... what god?' The robust young man asked somewhat nervously.

'A god just like 'Nuwa'!' The goat head danced around, he reeked of stench and his voice carried a grimace, 'How wonderful! You will be witnessing history with us, once upon a time Nuwa created mankind, only to turn into a rainbow while mending the heavens ... We cannot afford to lose Nuwa, so we will create one! There is a great task that is waiting for 'God' to do!'

His voice gradually rose, and his entire body seemed to be pumped with chicken blood.

'Nuwa ...' The stocky young man's brow was furrowed, always feeling that this fact was just too hard to accept, he paused and opened his mouth to ask, 'Are you guys some sort of religion?'

'Religion?' The goat head was slightly stunned, turned to this young man, and said, 'We are much more grandiose than a "religion", we have a "world"!'

After hearing this, the crowd became silent again.

The stocky man's question was to the point; what this goat-headed man was doing was no different from a cult, but most cults tended to fictionalise a new god rather than use a heroic figure like Nuwa.

'In that case ...,' the stocky man continued to speak and asked, "what do you want us to come here and "participate' in?'

'Like I said, a game is all.' Goathead replied without thinking, 'If you win, one of you will become a "god".'

'Out and out damned ...' The flower-armed man seemed to have calmed down as he cursed and spoke, '「Feudal God」, right? What if we can't win?'

'Can't win ...' Goathead looked at the blood on his hands and said with some disappointment, 'It would be a shame if we can't win ... '

Although he didn't say it outright, the crowd understood what he meant.

If you can't win, you die.

There was no 'getting out alive' in the options he gave.

Either you become what he called a 'god', or you die here like that young man with a blown-out head.

'If everyone understands ... then this 『game』 has officially begun, this game is called 『Liar』.' Goathead slowly pulled out a pile of paper from his arms, then carelessly walked over to each person and put one down.

He then pulled out a few pens and distributed them to the crowd.

There was quite a bit of blood on the table, and each person's white paper was stained with red as it landed on the table, and when they turned the paper over and took it in their hands to wipe it off, the blood-red colour spread out like paint, making the white paper even redder.

'Next, I want each of you to tell a story of the last thing that happened before you came here.' Goathead continued, 'But be warned, out of all the storytellers, one has told a lie. When all nine have told their stories, you will begin to vote, and if all eight choose the 'liar', the liar is out and all the rest survive. If one of them picks the wrong one, the Liar survives and all the rest are out.'

'Liar ...?'

The crowd was slightly puzzled, would anyone really lie in this life and death situation?

'Wait, can we discuss 'tactics'?' The stocky man suddenly asked.

'Feel free.' The goat head nodded, 'You have one minute to discuss tactics before the game starts, do you want to use ... it now or later?'

'I'm going to use it now.' The stocky man said without thinking.

'Be my guest.'

Goathead took a step back, away from the table.

The stocky man pursed his lips, then looked around the group, his gaze skirting the body lying on the table with the missing head as much as possible, and spoke, 'I don't know if any of you are going to lie later, but this "rule" sounds so arbitrary that all it takes is for one of us to vote wrong, and all of us will die. And even if we pick the right one, that liar will die, so it seems like there will be dead people no matter what, and now I've come up with a way that all of us can survive ...'

The crowd looked at the stocky man when they heard these words.

Letting everyone live, was this kind of thing doable?

'That is for all of us not to lie.' The lanky man didn't wait for everyone to figure it out and then announced the answer, 'All nine of us will tell the truth, and in the end, we'll write down "no one lies" on this piece of paper, in which case it won't violate the rules, and we'll be able to survive without any problems.'

The white lab coat tapped the desktop slightly with his fingers, and spoke after a moment, 'This plan of yours is very good, but there is a premise, that is, "you yourself are not a liar", but how are we supposed to believe you? If you are a liar in the first place, then we all write down 'no one is lying', and in the end, the one who survives is just you.'

'What kind of words are you calling this?' The stocky man's face was slightly angry, 'If I were a liar, how could I possibly suggest such a thing? I only need to save myself.'

The goat head waved his hand slightly and said, 'One minute is up, please stop communicating.'

The two men snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

'Next, please draw your cards.' The goat-head drew another small stack of cards from his trouser pocket, which appeared to be the size of a playing card, with the words 'Nuwa Game' written on the back.

The stocky man stared and asked, 'What is this?'

'This is an 'identity card'.' The goat head smiled broadly and said, 'If you draw a "Liar", you must lie.'

The stocky man gritted his teeth fiercely, 'You're playing us? Why didn't you say so ahead of time if there was such a rule?!'

'This is to teach you a lesson.' Goat Head sneered, 'You asked me if you could discuss tactics before I even finished talking about the rules, it's you who wasted a precious minute, not me for not saying it in advance.'

The stocky man's face was a bit ugly, but thinking of this goat head's murderous methods, he still swallowed his anger.

In a minute's work, all nine people drew a card from the goathead's hand, but no one dared to turn it over and take a look.

On it was clearly written the words 『Liar』.